At last, spring has sprung, which means I'm finally able to hang my washing out in the sun to dry; something I had the pleasure of doing yesterday morning.
Not long after I'd finished pegging out the laundry, The Boy and I heard a loud clatter from the conservatory. Merry came flying out, frightened half to death. However, Sam was no where to be seen.
We soon discovered why.
Sam (being his usual inquisitive self) had jumped inside the basket, but because it was wider than the blanket box I'd put it on, it had flipped over (with Sam inside it) and fallen to the floor, trapping poor Sam beneath it.
I have to confess, I laughed my socks off.
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